When his fingertips touched Ye Xuanji's eyebrows, Ye Xuanji could even feel that his usually warm fingers were now frighteningly cold -
White light emerged in circles and slowly spread around./www
His fingertips were reflected as transparent as crystal.
Ye Xuanji's consciousness gradually became chaotic, as if something was falling apart in her mind and could no longer be gathered together.[
She slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and a tear slowly flowed down the corner of her eye.
Mo Qingcheng watched her gradually fall into coma, and finally withdrew her fingers.
He knew that when she woke up again, he would no longer be in her eyes.
Compared to her, he is a real stranger...
"Xuanji..."
He spoke in a low voice and wiped away the last teardrop from the corner of her eyes with his fingertips: "I will never forget you. This is what I owe you... If I forget your words, the flowers without fragrance are just flowers without fragrance, and they are no longer ink."
Qingcheng..."
Although the memory was painful, he would not be able to bear it if he forgot it...
Although these memories are painful, they are real. He doesn't know if he chooses to forget, what will he have left?
Life is no longer complete...
Subconsciously, he doesn't want to do this!
His fingers gently stroked Ye Xuanji's cheek, as if tracing her face: "Xuanji, I'm sorry..."
Thousands of words can only be condensed into three words——
sorry--
Although he made a choice between Shahua and Ye Xuanji, his heart seemed to be torn apart by pain.
He took a breath, he made the right choice.
His name is Hua Wuxiang, and Mo Qingcheng is just a pseudonym.
He had been guarding Shahua in the bottle for a thousand years. He had given up all his skills for her and chose to sleep in the human world. He spent decades in the world of mortals before he found all the artifacts and revived her. How could he let her go again?
?!
His choice is right, it will definitely not be wrong——
As for the heartache at this time - it will pass, as long as - as long as Xuanji forgets that he is happy, and he feels less guilty, his heart will not hurt so much... [
He took another breath, carefully covered her with the quilt, covered her heart with his hand, hoping to make it less painful, staggered out, and never dared to look back again...